Chapter 254


    “Not everyone is as hardworking and striving as you. What you’re desperate for, is what I merely toss


    away casually.”


    “Why are you even here then?” Molly retorted.


    “Recovered from yourst injury yet?” Arabe coldly reminded from the side. “No more pain?”


    “You two!” Myra red at them angrily, turned around and stormed off in a huff.


    Several designers around were stunned What injury? What did they mean? Was Myra hurt by themst


    time?


    Was it Molly and her assistant?


    Oh my God


    That’s some hot gossip!


    Seeing Myra storm back to her seat, Designer One quickly made her a cup of coffee. “Miss, here’s your


    coffee.”


    “Hmm.” Myra took a sip and then sshed the coffee on the designer’s clothes. “Are you trying to burn


    me?”


    “I’m sorry.” The designer was terrified, ignored his own burn and quickly apologized. “I forgot to warn


    you, it was made with boiling water.” “Stay away from me!” Myra’s mood instantly worsened.


    Designer Two quickly offered her some sweets. “Miss, would you like to have a bite? I heard sweets


    can lighten up your mood.”


    “Are you trying to make me nauseous or fat first thing in the morning? So, you can hook up with my


    boyfriend when I get ugly?”


    Designer Two was quite frightened and quickly apologized. “Miss, you misunderstood, I didn’t mean it.”


    “What have you bought me, some cheap street food?” Myra nced at the brand of the sweet, not


    recognizing the small local manufacturer, and yelled impatiently, “Get lost!”


    “Miss, thepetition hasn’t started yet. Shall I give you a shoulder massage?” Designer Three


    approached gently.


    “You’re sensible!” Myra let her massage for a bit, then grew irritated again. “Didn’t you eat breakfast?


    Why is your massage so weak?”


    Designer Three hurriedly increased her strength.


    “Ah.” Myra suddenly pushed her away.


    Designer Three lost her bnce and crashed into the wall, screaming in pain.


    “Are you trying to kill me? You did that on purpose to make me mad! All of you, get out!”


    Designer Four timidly approached with a small fan. “Miss, cool down a bit, it’s a bit hot here. Let me fan


    you.”


    “You want to mess up my hair with your fanning? Buzz off!” Myra looked at them unhappily, “If we don’t


    make it to the top ten this time, or beat Molly, pack up and leave. Thepany doesn’t feed useless


    people!”


    “Yes, Miss.” The four designers, although fuming inside, could only swallow their anger.


    “I get it.” Molly figured it out. “Even though thispetition is for individual designers, manypanies


    would require their designers to participate. If they don’t get a good ranking, they might get a pay cut,


    or even fired.”


    Molly watched the situation and said to Arabe, “Those.four designers work for the Cooper family’s


    fashionpany. I bet they’re often bullied by Myra.”


    Myra was so arrogant, capricious and excessive!


    “Thepetition is about to start.” Arabe said, not enjoying the gossip. “Rèst here a bit, I’m going to


    the restroom.”


    “Me too.” Molly didn’t want to watch Myra’s arrogant disy, so she followed Arabe,


    Just as Arabe came out of the restroom, someone called her name in surprise.


    “Arabe?”


    Arabe knew who it was as soon as she heard the voice. She didn’t even bother to look up, just


    finished washing her hands and was ready to leave.


    “Ynda, do you know her?” Designer Nine, who was with Ynda, noticed the hostility in Ynda’s


    Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    eyes. It seemed that she not brily knew Arabe, but also held a grudge against her.


    “You made me lose face, are you happy now?” Ynda blocked Arabe’s way.


    Arabe looked at this clueless person and said nonchntly, “Seeing you bouncing around here, I’m


    actually not happy. You don’t seem to have learned your lesson fromst time.”